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What can I say, I love to share.
My life, my experiences, myself.
In very intimate and explicit detail.

In my quest to figure out what I want to do with my life, I've realized that the only thing I can do is put myself out there for all the world to see. Because I can't help but feel that everyone is a voyeur just like me. And I am exhibitionist (narcissist?) enough to show what everyone wants to see.

The Sexiest Thing

Photo source: Afroerotik

Before I answer any of these, let me apologize. These are fantastic questions and at any other time, they would have completely different answers. But right now, everything has been eclipsed by Saturday night’s play party. I still haven’t come down from that high yet. 🙂

1. What is the sexiest thing you’ve done in the last two months?Performing in a burlesque routine in front of a crowd of 100 people consisting of loved ones, friends, and complete strangers at Saturday night’s play party.

2. What is the sexiest thing you’ve worn in the last 30 days?The black corset, black lacy panties, black garter belt, and black thigh-high stockings I wore for my burlesque routine at Saturday night’s play party.

5. What is the sexiest thing you’ve said in the last 24 hours?I can’t wait for you to fuck my face. And I wish you could’ve been at Saturday night’s play party.

Bonus: Tell us or show us something sexy.To compensate for my repetitive answers above, here is a picture of my boobs taken just now (which my cube neighbor almost totally busted me taking!!!).

It’s also Titty Tuesday, right?

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Saturday night I went to the best play party I have ever attended. Wow.

It was a holiday party for one of my local FetLife groups and it was a relatively fancy event. It was held at a local restaurant and we had a delicious buffet dinner. During the last part of dinner we had a show that included an award and title-winning local female impersonator (drag queen), an award and title-winning male illusionist (drag king), and a burlesque performance that included yours truly.

For our first performance, we did a routine to “Hanky Panky” by Madonna. For our second performance, which was the show finale, we used a two song medley that was the first half of “Express” and the second half of “Show Me How You Burlesque” by Christina Aguilera from the movie Burlesque. For the most part, we followed the same choreography as in those videos, especially “Hanky Panky”. For Express-Show Me Burlesque, it was more of an “inspired by” routine. None of us had any prior dance experience, so we had to keep it simple. It was a blast.

Participating in this show was something that really pushed my limits and was way outside my comfort zone. I’ve done a lot of things in public that most other people would never dream of almost without batting an eye. Get naked? Get my ass beat? Get some hot wax thrown on me? Fuck, be fucked? Put my junk on a sex blog for all of the internet to see? Give a speech? Stand-up comedy? No problem! Try to dance and be sexy in front of a crowd of people I barely know??? ~sound of the needle being dragged off a record and then silence~ WHAT??? Nuh uh, no way.

I don’t talk about it often and it would probably be shocking to for most people who know me, but I have some body and self-confidence issues. It’s not that I necessarily dislike my body size or find it to be unattractive. But I tend to be very clumsy, I trip over my own feet (or nothing at all), and I don’t have a lot of rhythm. I can’t even do the Electric Slide, people! I’m also terribly out of shape. On top of all that, I am a perfectionist and my own worst critic. I can’t stand doing something if I can’t do it to my (unreasonably high) standards for myself. It’s something I’ve explained more thoroughly in my blog post about my first (and so far only) pole dance fitness class. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion there, hehe.)

Participating in the show with these amazing ladies and getting such a wonderful reaction from the crowd was exactly the boost that I needed. I don’t think I’ll be coming down from this cloud for a long while. I can’t even being to thank them. There just aren’t enough words. I am forever in their debt.

After the show and a brief period of setup, the play party began. So much happened last night that it all seems kind of a hazy blur. There were many highlights, however.

The first one being my time on the hot wax table. My love of hot wax is pretty thoroughly documented here on this blog. It was my gateway kink, for sure. I was waxed before I ever got the first smack from any implement. And my first experiences definitely set the bar. That was 15 years ago. I had a falling out with that waxer way back then and have been looking for someone to recreate the experience for a long time. I’ve never had a bad waxing, because almost all hot wax is good wax to me, but truly nothing has ever come close. Until Saturday night. Not only did my new friend meet the bar, she shot so far over that I can’t imagine anyone will ever break that pole-jump record. HOLY. FUCK. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt the most intense wax session I have EVER had. If I didn’t know any better, I would say I came at least 5 or 6 times. A spectator said that he just wanted to set up a sound recorder and forget ever watching porn again, because he could just listen to that instead. Her technique was just incomparable. And like Prince(not him in that link, but it’s an amazing performance by a tribute artist) said, “I can’t tell you what she did to me, but me body will never be the same.” I wish I could’ve taken a picture of what my hair and makeup looked like. Imagine a lion with raccoon eyes and you might have some clue.

The next wasn’t even a scene or anything. After the wax, I needed to sit down and try to get my head together again. Sitting at the table in only my panties, garter belt, and stockings, Roland started lightly running his fingers all over me and teasing my nipples. I was so extremely sensitized from the hot wax that barely 2 minutes had passed before I was moaning and writhing in the chair, calling all sorts of attention to myself. For approximately the next hour or so, I was teased and tortured by him and several passers-by. When it was over I was a giggling puddle of goo who could barely lift her head off the table. I was a hot mess, for sure.

Once I recovered from that, I had a very long conversation with a wonderful lady who will be opening a kink-friendly bar in the next few months. While not the same as having a local dungeon, she will be hosting once or twice monthly private play parties on a membership-only basis. I actually think that this is even better than having a local dungeon! I also discussed with her the possibility of having a meetup akin to (or part of?) Erotic Meet and Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues! Who knows, maybe we’ll even get a regular burlesque show, too!

For a while after that I meandered around the party, excitedly watching so many hot scenes, and mingling with friends new and old.

The finale of the evening was a group scene including me, another sub, and at least two different tops. The other sub is a good friend of mine who’d been begging me for a beating for quite some time. She was tied to the Cross and I took turns with the other tops giving her smacks and swats. Then I spooned her against the cross while I got some whacks and floggings of my own. As I was getting my beating, I continued to play with her by torturing her nipples, dragging and digging my nails into her flesh, and biting her all over her neck, back, and shoulders. I had forgotten how much I like to bite and chew on others! When the top was done beating me, I stepped away to give her a thorough ass spanking with a paddle that I absolutely loathe, but she apparently loves, both because it hurts like a motherfucker. I can’t wait to see what her ass looks like today, because I can’t imagine it’s not purple. Her neck and shoulders as well, for that matter.

Roland’s paddle, with which I have a love/hate relationship.He loves it, I hate it.

Sadly not long after that, it was time for the fun to end as it was closing time. I gathered up all of my things (which were strewn about from one end of the place to the other), said my goodbyes, and we headed out into the densly foggy night. Despite the damp chill of the night, I was warm and fuzzy from head to toe, inside and out. I was relaxed, nothing but contented sighs, smiles, and giggles.

On the way home we stopped for a yummy breakfast at IHOP that was probably the yummiest food I have ever had, including a gingerbread hot chocolate that was to die for! And blueberry pancakes. Mmmm…

The evening was capped with the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Roland fucked me hard while calling me his slut and his whore. I was so satisfied that I did not get up to do my nighttime toilette. I just rolled over with mussed hair, smeared makeup, stockings still on, and cum oozing from my pussy, and passed out.

I’ll tell you, there is no better high in life than the one that involves no substances at all, but that uses your body in all the ways it’s supposed to be used. Endorphins are my anti-drug. It was a perfect night from start to finish. And it was exactly what I needed.

Last night, I performed with some other sexy ladies in a burlesque routine at our munch holiday play party.

While cameras and video were banned in general, an exception was made for the show only so that our performances could be captured. Unfortunately, I don’t have any of those photos yet, but hopefully I have them in time for next week’s post! So for now I’ll give you this burlesque-y photo from a shoot Roland and I did a while back.

Last Saturday afternoon I had the enormous pleasure of recording another podcast with the crew at Wholesome Addiction. The first time was great fun, but was easily topped this time. This time the guys and I were joined by Plumptious Pea and Bi and Bi. For two hours we laughed, sang, and sexed with each other verbally. I don’t think it’s possible for 6 different people in 6 different locales to have more fun than we did that day!

Fantasy Anyone?

1. Do you think that acting out a fantasy can sometimes cause damage to a relationship?It can be damaging if it is not properly discussed and communicated ahead of time. There could be unknown triggers for some partners, depending on the fantasy. It’s always important to talk everything out first. Some fantasies are not for everyone, and nobody should do something they really don’t want to do.

2. Some couples role play their fantasies rather than introducing another person into the relationship to live out their fantasies. Do you think that this is an acceptable substitute?

If both partners are fulfilled by this, then it is absolutely an acceptable substitute. When we adopt other roles and/or personae, sometimes it can be just as hot as being with a completely different person. An easy go-to for this would be to role play as if you and your partners are strangers in a bar and then you pick each other up. That one has worked well for me because it allows you to behave in a way that you might not necessarily if you were actually being picked up by someone. It can be a gateway to being really brazen and slutty!

3. Is there a particular movie or TV series or character from a movie or TV series that you fantasise about?Honestly, while there are many actors and actresses that I think are mind-blowingly hot, and I’ve seen lots of super-sexy scenes, I don’t tend to think about them while I’m masturbating or having sex. As such, unfortunately none even come to mind.

4. Apart from the obvious things like child abuse, are there some things that are ‘off limits’ for a fantasy e.g. incest fantasies, age play, rape fantasies. Why/ why not?

There used to be things that were off-limits to me. However, after having role-played (online and over the phone) some of them, I’ve learned that there is a difference between fantasizing and acting on it. I’ve talked about and fantasized about many things that I would never actually participate in.

5. What is the most taboo thing you have ever fantasized about doing?There is someone I’ve known and role played with online (and occasionally on the phone) for a long time. He has taught me that many things I never would have considered before can be really hot. Our general interaction and role play scenario incorporates everything listed in the previous question: incest, age play, and rape, in addition to bestiality and scat. It’s downright dirrrrrty, but also some of the hottest stuff I’ve ever thought about. Nothing I would ever truly do in a zillion years.

6. Tell us about a fantasy that you have that you don’t ever see yourself actually acting out. Why do you think you will never act it out?A gang bang full of random guys from a bar. I’d be passed around, used and abused and tossed aside. It would never happen because there are way too many things that can go wrong, not to mention the high risk factor for disease and/or serious injury.

7. Have you ever pretended the person you were having sex with was someone else without telling them?Yes, And I believe that anybody who answers otherwise isn’t being honest with him/herself.

8. Have you ever tried to make a fantasy a reality only to have it fail miserably? What happened?The first example that comes to mind is the very first time I ever tried. I was very young and naive, barely 18, and I was dating a 31 year old biker. We fucked all the time in the beginning. And one night I thought I would surprise him with a big T sundae. He and I had just taken a shower together. Knowing what I had in mind, I got out before he did and quickly ran into the kitchen to get some whipped cream and chocolate syrup. I went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I covered my pussy and both boobs with whipped cream and drizzled them with chocolate syrup. Then I waited with a big grin on my face. On any other given day, he would be right behind me in about 5 minutes. However, on this particular night, he took his sweet-ass time about it. I think it was fully 15-20 minutes before he joined me in the bedroom. By that time, all of the whipped cream had melted and running down my sides. I couldn’t move my arms from my sides because I didn’t want to get it all over the bed. He busted out laughing as soon as he saw me and said, “awwww honey…” I just wanted to cry! That was the last time I ever tried anything like that again!

Bonus: Tell us about your most cherished fantasy. Did you ever live it out? Please give us all the juicy details because that is the kind of people we are.

Currently, there aren’t a lot of juicy details for my biggest fantasy. To date, out of all the things I have done, I have never had a threesome with two men. I have never been double penetrated by two live cocks. Two dildos, yes. Not even a cock and a dildo.

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Thanks to an anonymous TMI Tuesday blog lurker for this week’s questions…Famous or Forgotten

For each question answered, an accompanying story would be entertaining. Delight us!

1. Have you ever had sex with someone famous or who later became famous, if only locally?

Yanno, fame is a funny thing. How is it defined? I would say having your name known by a certain percentage of the population would make you famous. And you can be very famous within a certain population but completely unknown out of it. With that being said…

I’ve had sex with several local musicians. Also a well-known (in his locale) theater actor/director, a published author, a published fantasy/game artist, and my Diva is a bona fide rock/opera/burlesque star in Germany.

Not to mention *myself*! I mean, this blog is read in 10 different countries across the globe, yanno. But I know my fame will eventually be spread beyond that, just you wait. And you can say you knew me when! 😉

2. In the spirit of Six Degrees of Separation, have you had sex with someone who had sex with someone who had sex with someone who . . . someone famous?

Oh yes, I am quite sure. Do I know specifics? Well, see my above answer. You can extrapolate for yourself.

3. In the opposite direction, have you had sex with someone whose name you didn’t know?

I have known at least the first name (or a nickname) of every single person I’ve ever had sex with.

4. Someone whose name you knew then but have forgotten?

I recently decided to make a list of every person with whom I’d ever had any sexual contact. All the basic sex acts were counted: oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, mutual masturbation. While compiling that list, there were a few people here and there that were forgotten, but they were eventually remembered. There are a few people on that list (which spans over 20 years, some of which were spent under the influence of various substances that hinder memory) whose names I have narrowed down to one or two similar names.

For instance, there was this one guy and I can’t remember for sure if his name was Darren or Derek. What makes that more difficult is that I specifically remember that his friend was the other name. (No, I didn’t fuck him, but my friend did. Her name is Tanya, to make things even more confusing.) I also specifically remember that he had a tattoo on his left shoulder of a hammerhead shark with a diving flag. We fucked twice. Once in the hot tub and once on the floor of his place.

Also, there is one guy who I only knew by the nickname of Scooby. It was a one night stand, and the only time I ever let myself be picked up by a customer when I was a bartender.

5. Someone who you suspect may have forgotten you?

While none of us like to think that we’ve been forgotten, considering my varied history and drunken one night stands, I am quite sure at I have been forgotten by at least a few. There is one friend in particular that I fucked twice. Both times we were completely obliterated. I remember almost nothing about the first time. He remembers almost nothing about the second time.

Bonus question: Someone you wish you could forget?

Nobody that I haven’t already forgotten. Just because I remember that I fucked him, doesn’t mean I remember anything about it.

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What can I say, I love to share.
My life, my experiences, myself.
In very intimate and explicit detail.

In my quest to figure out what I want to do with my life, I've realized that the only thing I can do is put myself out there for all the world to see. Because I can't help but feel that everyone is a voyeur just like me. And I am exhibitionist (narcissist?) enough to show what everyone wants to see.